By Korea Brownstein
The city in the clouds
sits way up high,
its towering spires
reach the second sky.
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"Confined"
By Korea Brownstein
The guilt it is surrounding you.
One door is only open.
What you thought you should have done
is sticking on your side.
The voices in your mind
are screaming horrid cries.
You could have done better,
but you thought you did enough.
It wasn't what they wanted.
You didn't do enough.
You cannot think about it
because of tangled feelings
in chambers deep below.
You cannot talk about it
because the chambers will unwind.
You do not feel the pain inside.
What you could have done
would change your path,
but fate clutched onto you
and would not let go.
The door it is open
and you want to get through.
You say you forgive,
but the feeling won't leave.
The guilt it is surrounding you
like a dirty cloud.
You're confined in your troubled mind.